Вячеслав Варфоломеефф - Шапито
текст песни

The circus of our lives is noisy, a farce.
Whether you're a spectator or an actor.
The decibels weigh equally on everyone.
Beating the carpet with rhythm.

The footlights heat up, the lights flicker.
And the gymnast is already in a somersault.
Horses buck, and ponies rush.
There's no room here for melancholy and sadness.

A sweet clown and a spiteful clown.
They swapped faces during the intermission.
This is the time of "color revolutions."
It lashes our cheeks with its events.

A countless pack of trained rats.
It gnaws at a carefree lion.
The Bandar-logs buzz, dreaming of power.
The beasts no longer have a king!

The audience crowds in smoke and panic.
Whips and gingerbread with a hole in the doughnut.
Mothers scream, children weep.
There's no one more miserable in the whole world!

The bustle of behind-the-scenes intrigue
Turned into an unexpected fire
The circus is burning! The circus is burning! Beauty!
After all, the tent is insured for a reason!

And only the owner is counting the profits
A fire promises millions of dollars
Wherever and whoever we are
Each of us now smells like something's burning

The crowd crowds in smoke and panic
Carrots and sticks with a hole in the donut
The masters of life are smoking millions
Everything around now smells like something's burning